Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Peter Terry is a friend from my acting days. What blows my mind is that Sue Kirby, a close friend in George where I now live, knows Peter. Dave, her husband, met Peter in his primary school days, they went to St Andrew’s, were discharged from the army together and then Pete went to Rhodes
‘I don’t expect my love affairs to last for longNever fooled myself that my dreams would come true Being used to trouble I anticipate itBut all the same I hate itWouldn’t you?………’ In 1981 with these exquisitely sung words, Kim Kallie as Peron’s mistress in Evita entered my life. I was twenty, still at drama
Excerpt from my journal:9th December 1989 It is 5.00 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I should be grabbing what sleep I can because I’m going to need all my energy today but I am beside myself! This afternoon and evening, as understudy, I am taking over from Kate Normington who is ill, and
I have been given this magical brace which I wear below my right knee to help control my spasticity. After my fall, I didn’t wear shoes for a while. Then when I began wearing takkies, I was unable to tie the laces because of my spastic right hand. So Mums used to do them up
An explosion of gold shatters my early morning kitchen excursions.My kitchen has been re-painted. It is now a gentle cream except for the main wall. This erupts in a golden yellow that shimmers, glistens and gleams. It is a wall that now causes an early morning smile to crease my cheeks. I had noticed grey
Hummmmmmmm………This sound seemed to echo throughout my being as I sat in front of my blank iPad and considered what my next blog would be about.Hummmmmmmm………Why was it that this sound always accompanied me when I am sitting quietly, thinking, considering something important. Hummmmmm…….I could write about my new canine friend, Leah, who shares my
When I drew aside my curtains and looked out on the first day of the New Year, I had no idea that 2020 would prove to be such a difficult one.It has been a year, more about survival than living. Survive I have. Within that survival I discovered laughter, delight, excitement and most important of
Red and yellow and pink and greenPurple and orange and blue,I can sing a rainbow,Sing a rainbow,Sing a rainbow too.Listen with your ears,Listen with your eyes,And sing everything you see!I can sing a rainbow,Sing a rainbow,Sing along with me… This song learnt at nursery school, played through my mind constantly when I recently viewed the
‘Spring iz sprung, da grass iz riz, I wonder where dem boidies iz? Da little boids is on da wing. Ain’t dat absoid? Da little wings iz on da boid.’ The American poet, Ogden Nash, gets the blame for this wonderful poem about spring.Spring! September 1st marked the beginning of spring. I sleep with my
“Think on these things!” My friend threw this remark over her shoulder as she went to make us coffee. We had been discussing topics for my next blog and this comment stopped those thoughts completely.“Think on these things!” I exclaimed. “That was the title of a radio programme when I was a child.”I remember it
